Chapter 001 Who is the "robber"? (This chapter is free)

CS City Second Affiliated Hospital!

With a "this" sound, an ambulance stopped urgently at the hospital inpatient department entrance.

"Give up, let go, acute patients go to the sixth floor!"

The patients walking and chatting on the floor and the patients' families avoided the two sides. The nurse who received the notice rushed forward and skillfully pushed the stretcher on the ambulance and pushed the elevator that had already been waiting there.

The elevator went up.

The separated abortions gathered together again, whether they knew or did not, and they found common topics for a while.

"I've had a lot of blood..."

"Yes, I saw it too, a young man, handsome, really a sin~"

"I don't know if I'm saved..."

"What happened..."

The Third Church of Mengrag City!

"Where did this child be sent? What's the situation?" Zhuge Georgie, a monk at the church, asked about the accompanying internship nursing.

"The Margaret Academy sent it, saying that he was hit in the head during the training class and was unconscious for a while."

Priest Joggy walked to the healing table and took a casual look.

“Huh…”

He suddenly found that the face in front of him seemed a little familiar.

"It's this child again. Didn't he come here some time ago? What's his name?"

Intern Nursing Robert quickly looked through the information in his hand, "His name is Bing Allen, and he is an apprentice in Margaret's sixth-grade mage class."

"ice……"

"I remembered it! It seemed like a necromancer apprentice. I stayed with us for a while last time. I remember that this child is very weak and should not be a grudge with others!"

"I don't know very well, I just heard from the college tutor who accompanied me that it was a normal injury in the classroom."

"It's normal injury again!" Priest Joegi sneered, "It's normal injury twice a month, and the little kids in the academy know how old they are to play this private trick."

Robert laughed with a smile without answering. As a monk of light who is expected to be promoted to a high-level magician before he was fifty, he said that this naturally had nothing to do. He was an intern in a small church, but he did not dare to offend the quasi-nobles of the academy to show off his slightest words!

...The head hurts so much...

Where am I...

What happened?...

Yan Bing was awakened by the noisy sounds around him. He tried hard to open his eyes, but could only see figures flashing around him with white light.

"The patient suffered intracranial hemorrhage, fractured sternum, and other parts of the body were normal..." A nurse stared at the instrument and reported Yan Bing's current situation.

The doctor in charge of the emergency room said with a sophisticated interface, "Perform general anesthesia immediately, and the sternum is simply reduced first, and notify Dr. Qiu of the brain department to prepare for craniotomy!"

"Operation?!!"

Yan Bing was shocked, "I'm in the hospital? Why can't I remember anything..."

I felt my body was being turned, and then a stinging pain came from behind.

"Oh! Hell! Don't give me an injection..."

The medicinal properties of the anesthesia gradually invaded the brain, and Yan Bing's consciousness that remained awake for a while finally subsided!

Priest Joggy stroked his hand on the head of the boy named Bing Allen on the treatment stage. As the priest closed his eyes, a large white light surged from his palm, wrapping the boy's entire head.

Robert, the intern nurse who had been guarding the side, stared at the milky white light enviously. As a treatment nurse specially trained by the church, he knew clearly that this was a skill "detection technique" that only level 20-level light monks possessed, and could quickly detect abnormalities in the patient's physical condition.

It was precisely because of this skill that Master Qiaoji entered the upper class of the second-level city of Mengluge!

Robert turned his eyes to Bing Alan, who was still in a coma, but this time he had a little resentment. When he accidentally heard the boy's mentor's comments on him, he felt even more unbalanced.

"This continent is so unfair. We are poor and will never resonate with the elements even if we pursue it all our lives. But there are still people who are born with this kind of talent but don't know how to cherish it!"

"Well, there is no abnormality in the brain, so the problem should not be big..." Zhuge Georg said after the detection.

"Robert, take care of him here for a while, and call me when he wakes up."

Priest Joggy's explanation pulled Robert back from his fantasy, "Oh ~ OK, Priest!" he answered quickly.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

"Doctor Qiu, the patient's intracranial pressure suddenly began to rise. I think you have to hurry up and prepare for the operation:" said the head nurse staring at the instrument and said anxiously.

"What!! The hair has not been cleaned yet..." Dr. Qiu, who had just brought disinfection gloves to the operating table, said.

Hearing the alarm from the instrument, he frowned and decisively stopped the nurse's unfinished head cleaning work.

"Come on the craniotomy device quickly..."

A rude sound of rubbing the skulls with machine drilling and grinding sounds, and Yan Bing's intracranial pressure has risen to a very dangerous state.

"Didi...Didi..."

The alarm sound of the instrument is getting faster and faster...

"Bor..."

The pressure reduction was not successful, and the god of death finally took the lead. Yan Bing's meninges had just been cut into a gap, and the condensed blood clots and brain mass had already sprayed out with the air pressure, and some even splashed on Dr. Qiu's mask sitting directly in front of his head.

All the busy medical staff in the room stopped!

After a while.

"Nurse Li, are the patient's family here?" Dr. Qiu said in a voice that could not be heard.

"He is single in the register and has no family!"

"The outside..."

"His colleague!"

"Oh! You're young, it's better if you don't have family members..."

"Announce death..."

"Who are you? How come it is in my mind!"

Yan Bing woke up again!

At this time, he suddenly felt another strange consciousness in his mind.

“￥%%*(——%………%#”

"Hey, he's still a foreigner..."

Yan Bing was surprised.

But when he thought that he could not let others sleep soundly beside him, he immediately said angrily, "I don't care who you are, hurry up and go out of my mind, otherwise I will be rude to you!"

Seeing that although the other party was afraid but had no intention of giving in, Yan Bing was in a bad mood and rushed over and got entangled with the consciousness.

At this time, Robert, who was guarding Bing Allen in the third church, suddenly found Bing Allen, who had been lying still, screaming with his head in his arms. He was panicked and hurried to the room where Priest Joggy was resting.

"Prince, I think you have to go to Healing Room 4 right away. There is something wrong with that Necromancer apprentice!"

When Priest Joggy arrived at the treatment room, Bing Allen had already rolled from the treatment table to the ground because of the pain.

"What's going on? Why did it turn out like this?" The priest asked in surprise when he saw the situation in front of him.

"I don't know, I'm fine just now..."

With the help of several church personnel who rushed to the news, the boy was re-fixed, and Priest Joggy once again used the "detection" and reached his head with both hands.

"Hmph! You robber, you dare to challenge me at this level. You really don't know how to live or die!"

In just a short time, Yan Bing had ended the battle for a huge gap in strength and gained control of his body. The weak Bing Allen's consciousness was completely swallowed up by the fierce Yan Bing's consciousness!

Alan on the treatment table calmed down again, and Priest Joggy, who could not find any problems, frowned in confusion.

He thought about it for insurance, and for the sake of insurance, he added a "peace technique" with soothing and hypnotic effects to Yan Bing's new body!

Yan Bing, who was in a state of hyperactivity, had not had time to digest Bing Allen's consciousness, and a wave of dizziness similar to the previous ones on the operating table swept over again.

Yan Bing shouted in his mind, "Damn it! I hate injections..."
Chapter completed!